God is at the spinning wheel,
And I am but a thread.
By myself I'm no big deal,
But to the wheel I'm led.

Woven with another line,
The two of us are stronger.
Our Savior adds threads to entwine,
His cloth becoming longer.

Countless threads Our God does add,
Each of a different color.
The finest fabric to be had,
A layout like no other.

A Tapestry of Bold Design,
Made by His own Hand.
Coarse threads made into something Fine.
His Artwork truly Grand.
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